I want my future partner to be a fantastic driver.
Or, just to be a driver –
…to drive…
To operate a vehicle that goes places on wheels, with stuff under car seats and in boots,
food wrappers and spare pairs of shoes,
off-frequency radio stations and cassettes –
Yes, cassettes.
To show me sunsets over beaches,
Night lights from cities through windscreens,
Parked up on a ledge,
by a Boulevard atop a Hill
and into a Lane of lovers.
I want us to open up sunroofs & high speed Highways;
I want to re-fuel at dusty petrol stations…
I want road trips!
I want to stop for ice-creams and pies; to sleep in backseats overnight with beach towels and bikinis, I want hot leather and door handles with shocks, a keyring with a button that sounds an audible lock, i want trailers and burnouts & drive-throughs and BBQs accompanied by opened passenger door acoustics…from the cassette player…
Playing B side cassettes as she revs the engine and we reverse…
Out of a moonlit campground carpark, across the Avenue, take a left lane into a Crescent, indicate to carry on to Main Street, where she puts her foot to the gas and we drive the last Road leading out of this place.
So relaxing to read…
So many people seem to love road trips, I’ll have to give one a go! 🙂
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Thanks 🙂 if you drive, I’m in!!!
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